The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1887-12-03
THE SEASONS MATERNAL TEACHING.

Come, my dear son, and Sit down by me.
will leach the unfains signs to thee
by which thou mayest the seasons four
of the year distinguish. Poets OF yore
Have described the way birds build nests anu
sing
Ia the blossom producing season OF spring
They have also written, with elegant fowl!
OF language of summers fierce heat and glow.
They have ably discussed the lights and shad-
That fit DER billowing bright green meadows
Their pens have pictured unto our minds
How, in autumn, the farmer much pleasure
finds
In survey ing his fruit-laden orchard trees
And the tasseled corn, swayed by the signing
breeze.
These poets have also hastened tc .sil
That winter is known by the merry sieigh-ben
Whose chimes ring the snow-clad highway
These gentlemen, boy, entirely wrong.
Give me your attention, you'll plainly See
That far more reliable signs there be.
When carpets on the clothes-line swing high,
When the good housewife with much energy
Scolds and grumbles the whole day.through,
And makes with her scrubbing- brush much ado
When the streaked snake, leaving his home IN
the ground,
Makes he village maiden exclaim and bound
As he gracefully wriggles across her path
When neiehbors, whose lots join, discuss with
The scratch po,ce,' of each others hens,
When pigs try to climb Ger the tops OF their
And look longingly at your neat flower beds.
When frogs protrude from the slough their
heads
When You hear the teck-hammefs melodious
You may know. my dear son, tits the season of
spring.
When ladies' OF thunder and lightning afraid,
Crawl diligently under the bed
When they see the flash in the storm kings
eye,
When the patriotic small village boy
n ar naV EOLrrh
Manife5ts his love for the land OF his sire
by setting something or other on fire,
When the melon vine Iuxuriantly grows
Hidden from v.ew by the cornfeld S rows,
Ana the farmer murmurs with placid smile:
IF they diskiyer them melons, they'll hunt
When these tokens unto your sight appear,
Doubt no longer my boy, that summer is here.
The Indications Of autumn, my dear,
10 the careful o. server no less clear.
Boys afe away with gun and with powder horn
When they ought to be husking their COVER
nors corn.
Tn thresh machine holds its blithe jubilee
And the thrifty housekeeper right hastily
Makes some FIR ed cakes and pumpkin pies
As the tEresher's hun ry band she spies.
Aud Mt the time honored county fair,
The leasts of the field and the birds of the air
BY woman's deft fingers wrought skillfully
With zephyr" and "carpetrags' you IL see;
II cir proportion Of head and extremities
Would cause naturalist much surprise.
1he fourth and last season by this you may
know:
Tho school-boy wades gleefully through drifts
OF snow,
And changing his wet socks not soon enough.
ON a cJuch OF pain swallows some doctors
fluff
liens stop laying eggs an the chilblains dire
Makes you wonder what you've done to be pun
ished 50.
Jack Frost creeps in through the cellar wall
And toys with glass fruit jars great and small,
and tn huusekeeper dropping the silent tear
Ht solves NJ more fruit to can next year
The kissing bee" is abroad er the land
And the rustic lover. accents bland,
Requ his best girl" TO share his lot
As they skip through the polka and Irish
Trot'
VI.
These signs from observation 8 rich store
give you, my son. of the season s four